I sit here in my writing mood,
I want to write about you.

You're on my mind and I want to write about you.
But can't.

There's absolutely no words I know,
that can explain my love for you.
I know it sounds stupid, corny and yet again
-stupid.
But honestly, I love you.
You're here, and there, you're everywhere.
In my mind, out of my mind.
In front of my eyes, and behind them too.

When I saw your face, I felt like passion out.
-But that's just me.
Or it was you, considering I saw you and had the though go through my mind,
*"He's actually mine".